1 Chapter 3: Disaster
Link walked down the path, shaking his head violently. It looked like he wanted to get rid of the thoughts about the fight. It wouldn't work, though. "Tournament… Task… chance… disqualified…" The part that Crazy Hand took in the fight was stuck in his mind like it was attached to his brain with glue. He couldn't get it out his head.
Link was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice a large log in the path. He sure noticed it, though, when he fell over it! His head buried in the rocky path, he slowly got up and looked ahead. "Well, what's this?" Sure enough, there was Roy sitting in the open field ahead. And not just the normal Roy, no, not the normal, eager Roy with blue, shining eyes, clumps of crimson hair, a crimson cape, and a blue and gold outfit. And we can't forget the sword he always held near him. Yes, the sword that even Link envied, with a magical power that made it all-powerful.
But this Roy was different. Link didn't know if it was just he, but this Roy's appearance seemed darker, solemn. Even his hair seemed almost maroon. Something quick to notice was that Roy didn't have a sword. Link was bewildered. The last time he didn't have his sword with him was when Crazy Hand hurt Donkey Kong, a year ago.
Link ran up to Roy and asked "What's wrong?"
"Z… z… zel…" stammered Roy. Link was getting restless. Another characteristic of Roy was that he usually didn't stutter. Link shook Roy frantically. "C'mon, c'mon, Roy! What's up?"
"Zel… Zelda… they don't kn… know where she is. Sh… she might b… be dead."
"She might be WHAT?" Link shouted after 30 seconds of an uncomfortable silence. "This is horrible. Not Zelda," he hastily thought. "That would mean…" Link stopped. Task or no task, without Zelda, the tournament would be stopped. Of course, Link wasn't affected as much as Roy was of the disappearance, because everyone knew that Roy loved Zelda.
With more and more thoughts crammed inside his head, he more and more wanted to clear them all out. He continued into the field, where he saw a seemingly impatient Crazy Hand in the middle of the field. Link was astonished. All of the smashers knew that Crazy Hand usually stayed inside his residence unless there was training. A lot of them were crowded around him, because of that fact. "So," Link quickly deciphered, "he must have an announcement." Link joined the other smashers into the huddle.
Of course, not all of the smashers were there. "Get the others!" ordered Crazy Hand. His voice traveled all throughout the area, though, and the people who weren't there came swarming over.
"I have called you all here to give you some sad news," he started. "Zelda is missing." A slight murmur ran through the crowd. "This of course means we can't start the tournament, because since a combatant is gone, it would be unfair."
"Someone bravely asked, "What about Donkey—"
"SILENCE!
"No one knows what happened to her. Thanks to Roy (Roy faintly smiled), I received the information that Zelda was gone. Roy, you seem to have been with her. May you explain what happened?"
"C… certainly." Roy stood up and cleared his throat. "It happened like this. Zelda and I were walking along the path, talking—not a date, mind you," he glared to a snickering Ganondorf. "Anyway, we were minding our own business, when Zelda complained of a headache. So I said 'How hurtful—' when it seems that Zelda's head was being pulled back by… nothing. A purple portal suddenly opened up in front of us, and Zelda went flying in it and disappeared. The portal vanished without a trace."
"Thank you," commented Crazy Hand. "You may sit down now.
"As you all now know in detail, Zelda is gone. But luckily, Link and Bowser have volunteered to search for Zelda together."
"WE WHAT?" Link and Bowser yelled. Everyone stared at them, including Crazy Hand. "Okay, let's just get this over with," Link muttered. For he and Bowser both knew that this was their task… but together?
Link walked down the path, shaking his head violently. It looked like he wanted to get rid of the thoughts about the fight. It wouldn't work, though. "Tournament… Task… chance… disqualified…" The part that Crazy Hand took in the fight was stuck in his mind like it was attached to his brain with glue. He couldn't get it out his head.
Link was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice a large log in the path. He sure noticed it, though, when he fell over it! His head buried in the rocky path, he slowly got up and looked ahead. "Well, what's this?" Sure enough, there was Roy sitting in the open field ahead. And not just the normal Roy, no, not the normal, eager Roy with blue, shining eyes, clumps of crimson hair, a crimson cape, and a blue and gold outfit. And we can't forget the sword he always held near him. Yes, the sword that even Link envied, with a magical power that made it all-powerful.
But this Roy was different. Link didn't know if it was just he, but this Roy's appearance seemed darker, solemn. Even his hair seemed almost maroon. Something quick to notice was that Roy didn't have a sword. Link was bewildered. The last time he didn't have his sword with him was when Crazy Hand hurt Donkey Kong, a year ago.
Link ran up to Roy and asked "What's wrong?"
"Z… z… zel…" stammered Roy. Link was getting restless. Another characteristic of Roy was that he usually didn't stutter. Link shook Roy frantically. "C'mon, c'mon, Roy! What's up?"
"Zel… Zelda… they don't kn… know where she is. Sh… she might b… be dead."
"She might be WHAT?" Link shouted after 30 seconds of an uncomfortable silence. "This is horrible. Not Zelda," he hastily thought. "That would mean…" Link stopped. Task or no task, without Zelda, the tournament would be stopped. Of course, Link wasn't affected as much as Roy was of the disappearance, because everyone knew that Roy loved Zelda.
With more and more thoughts crammed inside his head, he more and more wanted to clear them all out. He continued into the field, where he saw a seemingly impatient Crazy Hand in the middle of the field. Link was astonished. All of the smashers knew that Crazy Hand usually stayed inside his residence unless there was training. A lot of them were crowded around him, because of that fact. "So," Link quickly deciphered, "he must have an announcement." Link joined the other smashers into the huddle.
Of course, not all of the smashers were there. "Get the others!" ordered Crazy Hand. His voice traveled all throughout the area, though, and the people who weren't there came swarming over.
"I have called you all here to give you some sad news," he started. "Zelda is missing." A slight murmur ran through the crowd. "This of course means we can't start the tournament, because since a combatant is gone, it would be unfair."
"Someone bravely asked, "What about Donkey—"
"SILENCE!
"No one knows what happened to her. Thanks to Roy (Roy faintly smiled), I received the information that Zelda was gone. Roy, you seem to have been with her. May you explain what happened?"
"C… certainly." Roy stood up and cleared his throat. "It happened like this. Zelda and I were walking along the path, talking—not a date, mind you," he glared to a snickering Ganondorf. "Anyway, we were minding our own business, when Zelda complained of a headache. So I said 'How hurtful—' when it seems that Zelda's head was being pulled back by… nothing. A purple portal suddenly opened up in front of us, and Zelda went flying in it and disappeared. The portal vanished without a trace."
"Thank you," commented Crazy Hand. "You may sit down now.
"As you all now know in detail, Zelda is gone. But luckily, Link and Bowser have volunteered to search for Zelda together."
"WE WHAT?" Link and Bowser yelled. Everyone stared at them, including Crazy Hand. "Okay, let's just get this over with," Link muttered. For he and Bowser both knew that this was their task… but together?